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What the...?! THIS is Greta's plan for the shoot?!

The Originium storm's right in our faces! What are we, some sort of suicide squad?

No... no way... This has to be the killer's doing, right? Didn't you hear the explosion earlier?

Someone blew up the plate's cockpit... There's no way we can slow the plate down or change directions now...

Right now we're only barely in contact with the storm, but once we hit its core...

They're not gonna find even a single brick from this plate... *sob*...

Alright, enough!

So who on Terra was it? Their revenge wasn't enough for them, so now they're gonna take out the rest of us too?!

The... murderer is Moira of the prop team...

What? Who's talking?

I said! The killer responsible for the three murders is Moira!

Moira...? You're kidding me... That unremarkable Zalak?

Miss Stone caught her red-handed!

If Lucian weren't there, she would've become the next victim!

...So where's the little rat now? I'll go find her myself!

And what's the point of confronting a psycho killer when you can't even save yourself?!

She owes us an explanation! What if she gets innocents killed?!

You think I haven't thought of that?!

I already switched the wireless comms to broadcast mode to ensure I survive this. I'm sure everyone outside the plate has heard the truth by now.

The killer's trapped like a rat.

I have to live, I have to... Once I get back to central Wrankwood, all the bombshells I've collected these past few days will be enough to buy me a villa in Siesta—

Shit! The plate's tilting towards the Originium storm again!

Right, the landboats! We can use them to escape!

...They're gone.

What?

I went over to the emergency escape cabin earlier, and they were already wrecked by the storm... every last one of them...

There's no way out for us now...

...If I'm going to die anyway, I might as well take the chance and jump off the plate... I...

Cut that shit out!

Just move! Anywhere's safer than the film set! Let's go hide underground in the engine layer!

There truly are so many things to learn from the set design of a horror film... Thank you, Tippi.

No problem!

I have to get back and start making the visualizations for most of the visual effects first, then we'll finalize the details after Director Quay is done with the script.

Like I promised, I'm gonna design you a finale that'll leave Lady Dupont in the cinema history!

Right, I'm looking forward to it.

(Wait, how long have we talking about this? Did Molly ever find a way to escape—)

Ahh—!

Wh-What now?

That's not good.

Wait, there's a voice from the comms...

Catastrophe... *bzzt*... control cabin... destroyed...

Why's the signal so bad? It sounded like Abner's assistant. What kinda trouble is he getting into now—

The control cabin... has been destroyed...

The plate... is rushing towards the Catastrophe...

...killer... is Moira...

Tippi grips the wireless walkie-talkie and turns the volume knob as high as she can, but it stays silent.

She must have misheard, she thinks.

But if so, why is Miss Rutherford looking at her with such a sullen expression?

No... There's no way...

Tippi... I can't imagine anyone would joke about that in these circumstances.

But... When would she have even had the opportunity?

The nights when Shelly, Michael, and Marion died, she was watching movies with me the whole time, there wasn't—

Was there really no opportunity?

Tippi doubts her own mind.

Was Molly really right next to her the whole time during their movie nights?

No...

We always watched multiple movies back to back, so sometimes she'd leave when I was switching out the tape...

Sometimes she'd say Miss Stone was looking for her, sometimes it was to pick up something she forgot on the film set...

I'm sure you know how she's like, ma'am. She's still new to being the prop master and under, like, a ton of pressure, but she's super committed to her work...

Darling...

No, no, that only explains how she <i>could've</i> done it! It doesn't prove that she did...

A motive! Why would she kill all those people she had nothing to do with? Why don't I know anything?

Darling, maybe you didn't know your friend as well as you thought you did.

Let's just focus on the movie... so stop looking away from the screen!

Sorry, there's just been so much going on with the film crew lately, I'm... I'm a little nervous...

Don't worry, I'm here for you, girl!

No matter who I am, one thing's for sure: I'm your best friend on this crew.

Or maybe... maybe she never even thought of me as a friend...

Maybe she was just... using me...

The Liberi girl's head sinks.

She speaks no more.

Melanie hugs the little Liberi in front of her.

The girl who was consoling her just a few hours ago is now crying on her shoulder.

Melanie pats her back. She asks no questions, nor does she say anything about the price of growing up. She only hugs her.

Let's just leave this place first, Tippi.

The convoluted structure here will only put us in danger if the plate gets too close to the Catastrophe core.

We would be safer underground, though that too may be futile if the plate doesn't change direction...

Underground...

Over Melanie's shoulders, Tippi spots some of the material they salvaged from the horror film earlier.

'Underground'—The word circles around her brain.

Wait, I got it!

What? You've recovered your pep already?

No, I figured out how to change the plate's trajectory!

There was once a crew that snuck into another Wrankwood plate to film secretly—to save on rental costs—and they ended up with a super cool scary movie...

I re-watched it recently.

But that plate and the one we're standing on both came from the same batch made by Wrankwood...

So basically, the specs should be pretty much the same.

If my hunch is right... there should be another control cabin at the bottom of the engine layer.

...What are our odds of making it there?

To be honest... no idea.

But never tell me the odds. I gotta try.

There's no point mulling over something I can't answer on my own. Only when we're out of this crisis...

Will I be able to get the truth from her.

(Gentle singing♪)

(Cheerful whistling♪)

So this is where you were, Lucian.

That was my sister's favorite song. On breaks between shooting she'd often look to the sky and hum the tune.

I thought you'd already woken up.

I did.

Thanks to you. You showed me the truth I was blind to... and how cruel they truly were.